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Coffee and Conversation

“Do you even know what you are?” he asked as he drove her to his home on the edge of town. “Do you know what I am?”
Ira shook her head. Parking his car in the wide, white driveway, he looked carefully at her now, watching her reaction to his every movement.
In all the time Ira had known Nataniel, he had never been so cryptic. She was so used to his direct, sometimes brusque mannerisms that this difference made her already muddied thoughts far worse. She started to shiver again. She wasn't sure she could take much more excitement in one day.
A group of three men had assailed her as she walked home from wo

HarmonizerI.

there is no ghetto like the heart.

the girls grew up
into men,
and caught (aristeia) fever,

but words catch in their throats

(just guesses.
his breath leaps up- )

and down goes the hypersonic incense,
wormwood liquor of the lawless,
like music-born kisses,

and pries that absence
open like an oyster.

II.

_ won't elaborate
on the pornography of the moon,
or how he caught a hair's breath
between his lungs,
_, who brings sundaes
on sundays,
and to whom the clatter
of a heart standing up
is like
church bells in Florence -

but the glitch:

III.

an operative, a life-long agent,
you kneel here,
hearing your own secre

Secrets: Chapter FiveSecrets: Chapter Five
37 More Questions

“’… and I vow to fight injustice and immorality until all my sleeves are stained red from the blood of the heretics.’ Wow, Petah, you managed to attract all the crazies with this thing.”

“Shut up,” I muttered, mostly because he was right. The murder/theft article attracted all the conspiracy theorists in LA with a keyboard, and even some from outside the city and the state. Mike was happy, because like the story about Jonathan Kast, a serial killer released from prison on good behavior, it was drawing readers to the site. Of course, he wasn’t one of the

Mama Told MeMama, the way I'm dragging
This black death into my lungs –
I'm sure it's a pretty sight –
The taste of ash won't leave my lungs.

But the ache is so good and
Now we all be dragons,
Igniting flames and breathing smoke.

Mama, I should have listened
All those years ago and yesterday.

-

Mama, there's another stranger
Lying on the sheets you gave me
Three Christmases ago –
The scent of him won't leave my skin.

But the ache is so good and
Now I'm a dragon abed,
Cooling flames and breathing smoke.

Mama, I should have listened
All those years ago and yesterday.

Something that happened todayOnly it isn't today any longer, it almost never is but the one time,
but still it was today when it happened.
There's been no poetry poking about in my soul
these days but I've been circumspect about it
and counseled myself that like a bear in winter
it may not be dead but only growing cubs,
living off stored fat, and sleeping.
Today I was at the grain store buying feed
for my four horses. The man who loads the grain
out of the warehouse is leathery and lean as an old bean.
He's chatty and kind, and when I have dogs in the car
he gives them too many biscuits and has to wait to load
the grain bags till they finish.
So as I said, this vessel for the poetry she-bear (me)
was buying and he was loading and chatting and about the third
bag he asked me what kind of horses I had, and I told him,
and then he said to me that when he were a young man
there was a Morgan mare lived on the farm of a man he worked for,
and only he could load this mare onto a horse trailer when it was time
for her and

Domestic Bliss- P11 - Dog's DayNote: these will be a series of drabbles about my SPN headcanon in a way. All in an alternate timeline where the Apocalypse was averted and Sam & Gabriel lived/didn't fall in the pit.
Pairings for this series include: Sam/Gabriel, Bobby/Crowley, eventual Dean/Castiel
I didn't want to make them their own "deviations" because they're so short. So I'm posting them in journals instead. Hope y'all enjoy!!
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part

Fairytale Limerick TwistThere once was a fine Cinderella
Who wanted a very fine fella
Would she meet him in time
Before the clock's chime?
The answer is in this novella.

She cooks, she washes and cleans
Such poverty had little means
With nothing to lose
She made her own shoes:
Carved slippers from two giant beans.

The dance had an animal loose
It dropped a bright, sparkling deuce
That object would be
Her ball's entry fee:
A golden egg laid from a goose.

The dancers had caused her to trip
The fountain was where she did slip
Each shoe cracked a shell
As water did swell
And vines sprouted forth like a whip.

The stalk lifted her from the crowd
Until

I.V..sweat.BLOOD.tears.
gunsmoke
silence
And somebody whispered:

"The DEVIL is real"

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~ll Jan 11, 2013 Professional General Artist

Yikes! It's like me spotting a leftover turkey leg...

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*handtoeye Jan 11, 2013 Professional Digital Artist

Heh.

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~zak29 Jan 11, 2013

Wow, that's amazing! Was that something for 2000ad?

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*handtoeye Jan 11, 2013 Professional Digital Artist

Yep - my second series of Strontium Dogs, written by Garth Ennis.

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